A heart

A heart in the bottom of my mucky mug.

Like a parchment map of old

Stained shape of hidden treasure

And a bit like Plutos bold

Heart impaled on its frosty ground

Making it’s tiny world go round

Hearts bring me cheer

Makes me remember

He once was here.

So I write a poem to remind me

While on the cooker I’m burning tea!

Before I go to bed

Let me draw again

Give me inspiration

Let me take charge of my dreams

Create new images

Restore my life

Secure my vision.

Help me to be free

And end fear.

Dazzle myself as well as others.

Imagine anew what I drew before

(this digital drawing is eight years old and was drawn in Artrage, I wish I could remember how I did it,)